A rustling.

At the top of the ancient tree, after that breath had rolled past everyone's ears—

the Mountain-Moving Sect had meant to leave at once, and on Su Hongxiu's reminder waited a little longer instead.

The Heaven-Sword Dao-son had it right.

Even in front of the Glazed Azure Phoenix clan, the Mountain-Moving Sect was a power whose word carried; there was no sense in the other side scaring them all off without so much as showing its face.

Both were powers with a Dao-merging colossus presiding. Why fear them to that degree?

And yet after that breath faded, no further motion came from the far-off treetop at all. The owner of that breath simply sank into silence, as though it thought that much enough to cow the Mountain-Moving Sect.

Yan Chongzhang had no wish to make trouble for his master.

But if he truly walked away like that, he would probably get a couple of slaps from that same master once he got home.

As a Dao-son abroad, he stood for the whole Mountain-Moving Sect.

The Glazed Azure Phoenix clan was indeed formidable, and there was no shame in the Mountain-Moving Sect lowering its head a little; but that did not mean the other side could throw an immortal sect's face on the ground and tread on it.

And so the whole situation settled into a deadlock.

The Mountain-Moving Sect did not go on striking, and did not leave either. The crowd of Earth-Nether Dark Pythons was ringed in the middle, watched by three figures in the sky, and the white jade sword in that red-gowned woman's hand put an enormous pressure on them.

After the treetop had lain dead silent a long while, one of the younger Dark Pythons could hold out no longer. Its vitals were pinned, and it tried on instinct to break the Mountain-Moving elder's grip.

Boom—

A powerful demon body and that Mountain-Moving elder's arms slammed together all at once.

And with the violent shaking of auras—

the air around the ancient tree, quiet to the last degree a moment before, changed in an…